Finally, after searching for two years a man named Mason Sierra and his crew, find the notorious Copper Cave. Treasurer of Casper Venturi. But 1st they must "Tie-up-loose-ends." To keep the treasure for themselves. 

"What took you so long?" Callea complained as Deive get off the car. "I am bored here waiting for you."

Torque left with Marina and Luna for a joy ride. Her cousin wanted her friends to go someplace else. While she was left at Villa Celesta alone. She also wanted to leave the villa for a while and see new sights. It has been a long time since she left Nagcarlan. Her destination was always Villa Celesta and the mansion. It was starting to become a bore. But she wanted a place that has no people around. She just wanted the view and nature.

"Do you want to attend a cosplay event?"

"Cosplay?" She clasped her hands and she saw stars as she thinks about people wearing different costumes. It didn't matter who they were because they were in character. They were not obliged to show their real self. What's important is they could represent the character well and could show their creative side. "I love that."

"There's a cosplay event in SM Mall of Asia. It is still early. We can get there on time." It was eight-thirty in the morning.

"As in right now?" She didn't know what to do. She was excited. It was her first time to attend that kind of event. She wanted to ask her cousins to bring her to those kinds of events before but they were killjoy. They said that it was only for teenagers. She ran inside the mansion to change into a costume that Pipay, her friend designer, sent her recently. She stopped suddenly when she remembered Deive. "H-How about you? Will you wear a costume?"

He nods his head. "Yes. I will be Shadow Knight. Pipay gave me a costume for me as a gift. She said that she wants you to have a partner when you feel like being on the character. I might as well use it." Shadow Knight was a character in one of her graphic novels.

"Then I will be Calliope so we can be partners." She stood in her toes and kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Shadow Knight."

In less than five minutes, her costumes and makeup kit were packed. Good thing Marina prepared it near the treasure chest and her knee-high boots were waiting for her as well.  Calliope's costume was perfect. It had a veil that covered her face. Nobody would know what she looked like behind it.

 At the car, she already wore the veil. Her body was buzzing with excitement as I answered Deive's questions about his character Shadow Knight. She didn't notice how long their trip lasted.

He said that he owned a condo near SM Mall of Asia so they changed their clothes there. It took an hour to fix her hair and the makeup. Calliope was a Gothic Lolita character. She let her hair down. She was wearing a long back tulle dress with petticoat. She also had a black lacy fan that could dispel evil spirits. She decided not to put on makeup since she would be wearing a veil.

Her breath hitched when she saw Deive in his Shadow Knight costume. He looked like an aristocrat vampire. His elegant black cape collar coat was perfect for his lithe body. Even the black lacy baroque pants were so on point. She never thought Shadow Knight could be this sexy until Deive personified it. Unlike her, he ditched the mask and it showcased his beautiful face. He didn't even need his jeweled sword because his piercing eyes could easily melt souls.

She was so amazed when she entered SMX Convention Center. Cosplayers were milling around and they were wearing costumes from her graphic novels. Her heart was about to burst. To see her characters come to life and loved by many was heaven.

But she was there as a cosplayer and not as Xylara, the mysterious author.

She suddenly got cold feet when she saw the tarpaulin hanging above the escalator and the entrance to the convention center. Xylara's Book Signing.

She blinked several times. That was her pen name unless there was another Xylara she was not aware of.

She looked around the convention center's lobby once more. All of the cosplayers were wearing her character's costume. Some were even holding copies of her graphic novels. The event was for her. Exclusively for her.

She felt trapped. She would be forced to talk to all those people. Strangers. A lot of strangers had come to see her. They were taking each other's photos and for sure they would take her pictures, too. What if they insist to see her face? What if they tried to hurt her? No. She couldn't do this.

She started running out of breath then stepped back. What would she do with those people?

Deive blocked her with his body before she could retreat some more. "Stay, Callea."

An arranged marriage to a perfect bride.

To keep him in line, playboy Deive Hontiveros needs to marry Callea Lopez so he could start his own business. He thought he got lucky when he sees how beautiful and caring Callea is.

She lives in a haunted mansion though and he got plagued by a mysterious ghost of a woman and her cat from hell.

He must protect his bride at all cost. 

But what if Callea is one with the darkness?


Original cover design by Runa Lee 
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I didn't even know this guy.

Daemon's eyes narrowed. "Matthew, if you value the ability to walk, I wouldn't go there." Weirded out to the max, I stepped to the side. "I think I should go."

"I'm thinking Matthew should go," Daemon said, stepping in front of me, "unless he has another purpose other than sticking his nose where it doesn't belong."

Even Daemon couldn't block the revulsion in the man's stare. "I'm sorry," I said, voice wavering, "but I don't know what's going on here. We were just swimming."

Matthew's gaze swung on Daemon, who squared his shoulders. "It's not what you're thinking. Give me some credit. Dee hid my keys, forced me take her out to get them back." A hot flush swept through me. Did he really need to tell some dude I was a pity date?

And then the man laughed. "So this is Dee's little friend."

"That would be me," I said, crossing my arms.

"I thought you had this under control." He gestured toward me, sounding as if I were a homicidal clown standing next to Daemon.

"That you'd make your sister understand."

"Yeah, well, why don't you try to make her understand," Daemon retorted. "So far, I'm not having much luck."

Matthew's lips thinned. "Both of you should know better."

A crack of thunder startled me as they stared down at one another. Lightning streaked overhead, momentarily blinding. Once the light receded, dark, tumultuous clouds rolled in.

Energy crackled around me, flashing across my skin.

Then Matthew turned away, casting another dark look in my direction before heading inside Daemon's house. The moment the door slammed shut behind him, the clouds parted. I stared at Daemon, mouth hanging open.

"What...what just happened?" I asked.

He was already walking into the house, the door smacking off the frame once again like a shot in a canyon. I stood there, not sure what happened. I looked up at the clear sky. No trace of the violent storm. I'd seen that happen a hundred times in Florida, but what occurred seemed way too freakish. And thinking back to the lake, I wasn't sure what had happened, but I knew Daemon had been underwater far too long.

I also knew there was something not normal about him.

About all of them.

Dee called that night, and even though I wanted to tell her that my time with Daemon hadn't been all puppy dog tails and rainbows, I lied. I told her he was great. He earned his keys and then some. Otherwise, she might make him take me on another outing.

I almost felt bad for lying when she sounded happy.

The next week crawled by. I had endless time to dread the fact there was only a week and a half left before school started. Dee still hadn't come back from visiting family or whatever she was doing. Left alone and bored out of my mind, I'd gotten reacquainted with the Internet intimately.

It was early Saturday evening when Daemon unexpectedly showed up at my door, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. His back was to me, head tipped back as he stared up at the cloudless blue sky. A few stars were starting to appear but the sun wouldn't truly set for another couple of hours.

Surprised to see him, I walked outside. His head whipped down so fast I thought he would pull a muscle. "What are you doing?" I asked.

His brows slanted low. Several seconds passed and then his lip tipped up at one corner.

He cleared his throat. "I like staring at the sky. There's something about it." His gaze returned to the sky. "It's endless, you know." Daemon almost sounded deep. "Is some crazy dude going to run out of your house and yell at you for talking to me?"

"Not right now, but there is always later." I wasn't sure if he was being serious or not.

"I'm okay missing 'later.'"

"Yeah. Busy?"

"Other than messing with my blog, no."

"You have a blog?" He faced me, leaning back against the post. Derision pinched his features.

He'd said blog like it was a crack habit.

"Yeah, I have a blog."

"What's your blog's name?"

"None of your business," I said, smiling sweetly.

"Interesting name." He returned my smile with a half grin. "So what do you blog about?

Knitting? Puzzles? Being lonely?"

"Ha. Ha, smartass." I sighed. "I review books."

"Do you get paid for them?"

I laughed out loud at that. "No. Not at all." Daemon seemed confused by that. "So you review books and you don't get paid if someone buys a book based on your review?"

"I don't review books to get paid or anything." Although that would be sweet, which reminded me I needed to get a library card. "I do it because I like it. I love reading, and I enjoy talking about books."

"What kind of books do you read?"

"All different kinds." I leaned against the post opposite of him, craning my neck back to meet his steady gaze. "Mainly I prefer the paranormal stuff."

"Vampires and werewolves?"

Man, how many questions could he ask?

"Yeah."

"Ghosts and aliens?"

"Ghost stories are cool, but I don't know about aliens. ET really doesn't do it for me and a lot of readers."

One single eyebrow arched. "What does it for you?"

"Not slimy green space creatures," I replied.

"Anyway, I also appreciate graphic novels, history stuff - "

"You read graphic novels?" Disbelief colored his tone. "Seriously?" I nodded. "Yeah, so what? Are girls not supposed to like graphic novels and comics?" He stared at me a long moment, then jerked his chin toward the woods. "Want to go on a hike?"

"Uh, you know I'm not good with the whole hiking thing," I reminded him.

A grin appeared. There was an edge to it.

Rough. Sexy. "I'm not taking you up on the Rocks. Just a harmless little trail. I'm sure you can handle it."

"Did Dee not tell you where your keys were?" I asked, suspicious.

"Yeah, she did."

"Then why are you here?"

Daemon sighed. "I don't have a reason. I thought I would just stop over, but if you're going to question everything, then you can forget it."

I watched him go down the steps as I chewed on my lip. This was crazy. I'd been dying of boredom for days. Rolling my eyes, I called out, "All right, let's do this."

This is not the original book readers as I said that before. This book is originally written by Jennifer L. Armentrout and I just made few changes that's it. I am not trying to take credit of her work and skills. Thank you for reading. Enjoy Reading!! Stay safe

PLOT

STARTING OVER SUCKS

When we moved to West Virginia right before my senior year, I'd pretty much resigned myself to thick accents, dodgy internet access, and a whole lot of boring... until I spotted my hot neighbor, with his looming height and eerie green eyes. Things were looking up.

AND THEN HE OPENED HIS MOUTH

Daemon is infuriating. Arrogant. Stab-worthy. We do not get along. At all. But when a stranger attacks me and Daemon literally freezes time with a wave of his hand, well, something... unexpected happens.

THE HOT ALIEN LIVING NEXT DOOR MARKS ME

You heard me. Alien. Turns out Daemon and his sister have a galaxy of enemies wanting to steal their abilities, and Daemon's touch has me lit up like the Vegas Strip. The only way I'm getting out of this alive is by sticking close to Daemon until my alien mojo fades.

IF I DON'T KILL HIM FIRST, THAT IS

This is not the original book readers as I said that before. This book is originally written by Jennifer L. Armentrout and I just made few changes that's it. I am not trying to take credit of her work and skills. Thank you for reading. Enjoy Reading!! Stay safe!!

ABOUT BOOK

This book Is one of those “new girl moves to town and accidentally meets a group of non-humans” It’s also a perfect “Boy next door romance” Katy moves from Florida to West Virginia. Turns out she lives next door to the most hottest siblings. Throughout the plot Katy is befriending her neighbours, however, realises that strange things are happening there. She experiences weird paranormal things whilst juggling high school, making friends, avoiding a certain bitchy girl, but mostly the gorgeous arrogant and snarky neighbour besides her. When you combine a feisty girl from Florida and a sexy, alien.

Hi Guys I'm The Author of *"Project Omegaverse the Novel" * I'm so excited to release the Chapter 1~5
I hope that everyone will like it, especially to those readers that actually love to read manga/webtoon ..it's not an ordinary novel cuz I make it a little easy to read because there are many types of readers that actually easy to get bored when reading novels It's called "Graphic Novel Script / Script Writing'' for those who don't know this, Script writing involves a heavier reliance on spoken dialogue. In novels, characters are revealed through description and internal monologue, whereas screenwriters develop their characters through action and dialogue. So everyone will easily to read who's speaking in their own point of view, Aside from that  I want to make it a webtoon but I don't have much time and I'm still studying to draw because I'm not good enough to draw some characters So I thinks it's hard for me, but I will make it a webtoon soon that's a little short announcement So please everyone support my novel Thank you and stay safe~
Project Omegaverse Release Date : 2 / 1 / 2021
~Wayzone16
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What if I'm the first Omega. What should I do? 
What if I'm an Alpha. What should I do?
What if I’m a Beta? Is it still the same?



There are many questions inside my head that I can't answer. I don’t know if I'm still the same, Minhyuk’’

Synopsis : 

In the early Generation of omegaverse there are Societies whereas humans are divided into a dominance hierarchy of Dominant "⍶ Alphas","β Betas",  and Submissive "Ω Omegas" but in this generation there are no more Omega only Betas and Alphas

Park Jisung is a Dominant Alpha, He is the son of the Most famous and Richest Doctor In the whole world, He Secretly likes Minhyuk because of their childhood memories.

Kim Minhyuk is the last omega in the new generation after the extinction of all omega, He wants to become a Professional Painter..He is the son of the Most famous Scientist In a University .

After the University Opening Ceremony Party Jisung see that Minhyuk accidentally hit by the car which led to his 1st omega blood manifesting , Jisung father remembers the unfinished experiment with his partner (Minhyuk Mother)  in his lab that can make a Beta people impregnate luckily Minhyuk survived after the experiment use to him slowly he’s turning into Omega, Hints about the "incident" start to appear and able to regain his memory bit by bit. After that Jisung Claimed that Minhyuk is his mate and marked him on. Will their relationship change at the end of it all? Let's find Out!

WARNING: This book contains VERY graphic sexual content. This story is not recommended for readers with an aversion to graphic depictions of sex. Not recommended to readers under 18 years of age. Reader discretion strongly advised!
*

"If you can't laugh about sex, you shouldn't be doing it."
- Sue Johanson
 
"Sex: the thing that takes up the least amount of time and causes the most amount of trouble."
- John Barrymore
 
*

Kylee Cruz sat at her desk inside her small-office cubical that was only six by eight feet. She didn't mind the small space; it was quite comforting. She was five foot nine, and her shaved, smooth legs fitted perfectly under her desk.
They were allowed to personalize their cubical, but she kept hers simple, with just a spider plant and a photo frame of her grandmother who raised her. She had no children and no boyfriend. They would come later after she had chiselled herself a good spot in the company.
She has been working at Edwards, Gates, and Mortimer's Lawyers firm for only five months in the secretarial pool. It had its benefits – free insurance and dental, good hours, free coffee and snacks in the mini-kitchen on her floor, and free parking.
Kylee was twenty-one, and she had put herself through night school for three years while holding down two jobs. She wanted to better her career chances and get a foothold in a job that had prospects of advancement. She had taken an admin/secretarial course and passed second highest in her class. After four months of looking and applying for jobs, she obtained a position at Edwards, Gates, and Mortimer's.
The only problem she had, well three problems, was Milly Gates, Beverly King, and Judy Washington. The three women made her life at work a living hell. Milly was the ringleader.
All three were in their mid-thirties, and dressed and sauntered about as if they owned the company. They spent more time looking at their compact mirrors, checking their makeup than they did their computer screens.
Milly was Mr Gates – one of the partners – sister. She was the floor supervisor for the secretarial pool. Therefore, if Kylee wanted to complain, she had no one to go to unless she went over Milly's head – which would be career suicide.
The three were like a witch's coven, always standing together, never doing their work, simply chatting and gossiping and making everyone else's life a misery – unless you were a good-looking, young male assistant, then you got their attention, but in a different way.
With the other women, they were complete bitches, stirring trouble, harassing, and generally acting like teenagers at college. They also messed with your hours if you talked back or tried to speak out.
Only last week Milly had Helen Clarkson fired for stealing from the supply cupboard, simply because she had reached her limit with their bullying and stood up in front of everyone and shouted she was going to see Mr Daily, the floor manager first thing on Monday morning.
Come Monday she didn't have to arrange a meeting with him; she was called in on alleged charges of stealing when Milly supposedly found office equipment empty wrappers stuffed in Helen's bottom drawer. Milly stated she couldn't have possibly used that many supplies, and she must be taking it home. She announced she was having to order extra for a while, and now she knew why.
This week everyone kept their heads down, taking the abuse. They didn't want to end up like Helen.

Since January 4, as I started to keep statistics, a lot of time has passed (175 days). What do we have.
The plans for 2020 were to write from 500,000 to 1,000,000 words. Just to develop the habit of writing every day, well, at least every week at least 10,000 words.
To learn how to express the emotions of characters.
Exit this year at 500 collections.
Collect the total amount of views of all novels in 1 million.
Write several novels on topics that interest me as an author.
Check how the system works - https://forum.webnovel.com/d/34886-how-long-does-it-take-to-reach-a-million-views-for-an-original-novel
What do we have today, after 175 days, 190 days are left until the end of the year (the year began with a countdown from January 4, 2020):


Data as of January 4, 2020:
==================
Finished Stories - 1
Dropp - 1


Ongoing - 5


Collections 286 (minus 1)
Views - 414, 840 (+1510)
Words 333 160 (+1040) (+908)
Chapters 310 (+3) (+1)


Data as of May 28, 2020:
Finished Stories - 4
Dropp - 1


Ongoing - 4


Collections 453 (+166)
Views  974,072 (+559,232) + (35.85K Views - from drop novel)
Words 438,990 (+105,83)
Chapters 461 (+151)
Due to coronavirus in the world and in our country, and corononeurosis, productivity has fallen, from an average of 1,500 words per day to 604 words. Plus, I rewrote two novels, I deleted part of the chapters, cut some, added something (so the words were cut).
Of the existing novels, only one has ratio 440, the rest of 1000 or 2200 or so.
The text block has become a little better, but still, there is still a lot of work on polishing. The texts do not have enough emotions to immediately attract the reader.
As an author, I love accuracy, numbers, it's interesting to me, facts, philosophy, to understand the ins and outs of the character, what he thinks, why he takes such actions. But in novels, you need fewer numbers, facts, shorter less information, more manifestations of feelings, emotions, you need action, more monologues.
Plus the title page - I draw it myself, on the vector graphics, on the one hand it's good that no one needs to pay for copyright. On the other hand, they are not as attractive as those drawn on special graphic editors.
In addition, during the time I write, I came to the conclusion that success comes to those who have:
1. high-quality, easy to read text2. the meaning of the plot is not lost3. frequency of updates (at least 3-4 chapters per week)4. the number of words in the chapter should be at least 1500 - 25005. quality content6. The title page is less important (than quality writing and quality content)7. self-promotion skill8. the presence of a large number of friends so that they can give promotion stones, the number of collections, and the number of views (Tomoyuki - thanks for the tip).
Well, the path to enlightenment is still long ... so you need to learn again and again.
While you can achieve your goal in terms of views, this seems an achievable goal. But the number of collections is a more difficult task. Then how to write 500,000 words, not to mention 1,000,000 words, and this year seems not to be a sale. If, perhaps, in the remaining 190 days it is not possible to catch up and write the remaining 395,000 words!
But for this, you need to write 2079 words a day!
So far, these are the statistics results!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

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